You are the assembler of your experience.
Fear alone keeps you from scenes of beauty.
Fear of insignificance, like when the dog denied you her attention.
But all you are is insignificance – 100’s of thousands of years of insignificance dating back to Neanderthals.
All you are is a storm of illusion, a tinny note in a grand symphony.
A repetition of things said and to be said.
A self-important outpost in a sea of indifference.
